Nanming Engineer

Chapter 175 Weiwei Fishing City

The fierce battle of attack and defense between the city and the city has been going on for more than two hours. The thousand miscellaneous soldiers who were responsible for filling the ditch were left very few after the crossbow arrows shot from the city, and the corpses full of arrows were everywhere. From the first ditch to the side of the low wall of the third ditch, the ground was paved all over. The bright red blood reflected the bleak light under the setting sun, and the bloody smell filled the air, attracting a group of croaking crows.

The supervising team finally showed mercy and allowed the few remaining soldiers to retreat. The golden sound of the Chinese army withdrawing its troops sounded, and the day finally passed.

On the tower of Huguomen, Ma Long looked at the corpses lying on the ground on Bodao Ridge indifferently, breathed the air with a strong bloody smell, frowned, and sighed softly: "Too few, there are so few people here. Too few, if you can kill another 1000 people, that's enough."

He turned his eyes far away and looked at the opposite side of the official road at the foot of the mountain. In the distance where the cannons could not hit, Zeng Ying's army was logging and camping. He took another breath and inhaled deeply into his lungs, making his internal organs feel the killing Breathing out his breath, he sighed silently in his heart: The next few days will be the test!
As Ma Long expected, early the next morning, when the sun had just risen, Yang Zhan's troops came again. This time, he invested a full 3000 people, nearly half of his own troops as the first wave of siege troops. Of course, these 3000 people are still miscellaneous soldiers, and he will not invest in the last two thousand of his own soldiers.

The generals leading the team gritted their teeth and waved their weapons. They knew what would happen if they didn't work hard to attack the city. Yesterday, the supervising team made it clear that Yang Zhanzhi was determined to win this city. Not to mention that all his money was wasted, and he couldn't explain it in front of Zeng Ying.

After a night of preparation, the siege team was not as unprepared as yesterday. Aerial ladders were built, and wooden shields made of thick wood were also carried out. The soldiers hid behind and followed. With the sound of rumbling war drums in the rear, they pushed forward step by step towards the mountain.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zeng Ying organized a surprise attack, trying to take advantage of the city's opportunity to deal with the siege and pass through the official road. He originally did this once last night, but unexpectedly the people in the city had very good eyesight. It was discovered that a large group of people were passing through the official road, and more than a dozen artillery fire came over, killing dozens of people on the spot. Zeng Ying was so frightened that he shrank back. At this time, he took advantage of the chaos and came again, and was bombarded by merciless artillery fire again. The official roads were riddled with holes under the repeated bombardment, and large iron bullets were everywhere, covered with human flesh and blood, which was frightening to see.

Ma Long cherished the artillery shells. Apart from shelling the official roads, he did not fire a single shot at the attacking officers and soldiers. He only used bows and arrows to fire downwards from time to time to attack those who poked their heads behind the big shields.

The 3000 men approached smoothly, with almost no losses. They stepped on the corpses that had fallen to the ground the day before, shouted and approached the city wall, erected tall ladders on the city wall, and climbed up with bucklers in hand; Some people broke away from the protection of the large shield, hugged a thick, pointed giant log, and hit the city gate.

The defenders on the city pushed away the ladders with long spears, shot the people lying on the ladders with crossbows, and threw boulders the size of millstones down on the heads of the people crowded under the city wall, splashing countless brains, each pretending to be dead. The bottle full of lime was thrown into the pile of people, and the lime filled the air like a dense fog. As long as a little bit of the lime was stuck to the mouth, nose and eyes, the lime would boil when it met the water, and immediately burn the internal organs of the eyes, and the pain would be overwhelmed.

Diaoyu City is not an ordinary city. The city wall is built on a cliff. The cliff alone is dozens of feet high. There is only a narrow road up the Bodaoling Mountains. This road is less than three feet wide and can accommodate up to ten people walking side by side. When the officers and soldiers of the trench came here, no matter how many people there were, they had to queue up. There was even an ascending staircase in front of the Protectorate Gate. There was only room for four or five people to squeeze together and go up. It stretched to both sides, getting lower and lower. The slopes were low at the bottom but getting higher and higher above. With a ladder, we could barely reach some of the city walls. As a result, the siege was extremely difficult and tragic.

The thirty or so soldiers who hit the city gate with giant logs were scalded to death by the boiling oil poured on the city before they hit the city gate twice. After burning the giant wood, there was no need to hug him, and he was immediately shot into a hedgehog by random arrows.

The ladders were pushed down and put up again, wave after wave of officers and soldiers rolled forward and stepped forward, stepping on the base of the city wall that was almost turned into blood with red eyes, howling and climbing up the ladders, The Kuizhou soldiers at the head of the city were constantly shot by the archers crowded in the ranks of miscellaneous soldiers. Although they were protected by rattan armor, the iron armor could not protect them completely at such a short distance. Some people were shot and fell down screaming. The city was immediately dismembered by knives and turned into meat.

The sound of fighting was loud, and Ma Long held a long white wax spear, repeatedly stabbing and retracting, and poked off the heads of people emerging from the ladder one by one. His marksmanship was very accurate, and he basically aimed at the face. , One stab, one accurate, the condescending advantage is very obvious, taking advantage of the gap when no one comes up, you can also turn the gun head, smash the ladder with the iron ring at the end of the gun, and knock the ladder over.

"We're going to the city, we're going to the city this way!" On the right wall, someone shouted loudly, and then the shouts of killing increased from the other side, and there was a commotion on the top of the city.

"Hold on! Don't mess up!" Ma Long scolded sternly: "Follow your respective defense zones and defend your own place. The sword player is following me!"

He put away the spear, held it sideways, and ran to the right with a group of swordsmen and poker players from the tower full of soldiers.

On the right side of the city wall, a burly man with an iron helmet and armor, a round shield in his left hand, and a long knife in his right hand, covered in blood, has jumped from the ladder to the city wall. People are climbing up behind him. In just a few breaths, there are three people with him. He stood side by side, occupying a crenel position.

There were four or five Kuizhou soldiers lying at his feet, and it seemed that this man climbed up with a shield, jumped up from the ladder, and hacked to death. Judging by his uniform, he should be an officer of the rank of Qian Zong.

If this person is not dealt with quickly, more and more people will come to this section of the city wall, and finally the city defense will be broken.

A Kuizhou soldier stood up with a gun, shouted and stabbed towards Mr. Qian with lightning speed, but Mr. Qian swung his round shield, swung the spear away, and squeezed in with strides, shortening the distance between the two of them in an instant. The long knife in the right hand turned around and slashed, twisting the waist and twisting the body, the long knife cut into the spearman's neck like a spark, and went straight into the chest and abdomen. In the chest cavity, blood bloomed like a rain of blood.

Ma Long saw that his liver and gallbladder were torn, he threw away the spear in his hand, snatched the waist knife shield of a swordsman behind him, roared wildly, protected himself with the shield, and rushed towards Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian moved coherently, and wanted to pull out the long knife and slash at Ma Long, but was surprised to find that the spearman who had been cut in half by himself firmly grasped the blade with both hands. His eyes were fixed on him, and his stiff hands were so powerful that he couldn't draw the knife.

With just such a pause, Ma Long crashed into him like a thunderbolt. Mr. Qian had no choice but to throw the knife, and grasped the shield to bear Ma Long's impact. Both sides of the shield split open.

The two were bounced off, and each took a step back. Ma Long's foot stuck to the ground, and immediately got up and went up again, raising the waist knife in his hand, and slashed fiercely at Mr. Qian who was still staggering under his feet.

This kind of life-and-death fight has no tricks or tricks at all. It is all about strength and speed. If you are stronger than you and faster than you, you must be the one who gets killed. A little hesitation will bring disaster. .

In desperation, Mr. Qian held his shield to meet him, and struck the shield with his saber, hitting the gap that had just opened. Ma Long was so powerful that he split the shield into two halves with one strike of his saber. However, the shield fell apart and the saber could not withstand it. Juli, from interruption to two sections.

The point of the flying knife splashed on Mr. Qian's face, and he quickly turned his head to avoid it. When he turned around, he saw Ma Long's hideous face like a ghost.

A broken knife pierced Qian Zong's unprotected neck, almost cutting off his entire head. His hand was still grasping half of the shield, but his eyes suddenly dimmed, and his burly body stopped immediately. Ma Long didn't draw the knife, let the broken knife stick in his neck, and kicked him off the city wall.

"Kill! Force them down!" Ma Long threw away the broken shield, took a spear, and swept it at the face of a person who had just appeared on the ladder. With a scream, the person fell down and disappeared.

Two of the remaining three people in the city had been stabbed to death by other Kuizhou soldiers, and the remaining one, looking around, jumped out of the city in panic.Kuizhou soldiers swarmed up and pushed the ladders on the city wall away with all their strength. A group of officers and soldiers lying on top screamed shrilly and threw them from the cliff nearly ten feet high together with the ladders, and fell to the bottom of the wall. .

"Be alert, don't let them come up, they will have nothing to do if they hold the top of the city!" Ma Long roared loudly, his voice was deafening.

(End of this chapter)